I was bored. Sue me. Chopper is 5. Usopp is 7 and Sanji is 9.

Implied SanUso. UsoCho friendship

Let Me Fix It

Chopper remembered the glorious bike he used to have. Used to have, now the maroon paint was chipped and the brakes were broken. The handles were rusted as were the pedals.

His bike was junk. Chopper pulled the brim of his hat down. He'd never be able to ride it again. And Kureha has been so busy lately; she won't have time to buy him a new one. He had tried fixing it, but the kick stand only fell off and the bike chain snapped.

The little five yr old orphan sniffled. He sat down on his porch, next to his mutilated bike, and cried silently. His grandfather had given him that bike, as well as his hat. Now the bike was totaled. He curled up on the step and shook with silent sobs.

"Why are you crying?" Instinctively Chopper stuck out his legs and kicked the person in front of him back. A small boy with curly black hair under a green bandana pouted at him. He jumped up and dusted off his jumper and asked again. "Why are you crying? The great Captain Usopp can make it all go away!"

Chopper wiped his eyes hastily and glared. "I'm not cryin'!" The other boy, maybe seven or eight, walked around the ruined bike and tsked. "What a piece of junk! Need some help throwing it out?" The brunette jumped up and stood in front of his bike. "It's not junk and I'm not throwin' it away! Just leave me alone"

This Usopp person ignored him and continued walking around the bike. "It can be fixed yanno" Little Chopper's eyes widened. "Really?"

Usopp nodded. "The great captain Usopp can fix anything! Me and my dad fixed my bike just a week ago. I live down the street. You must've just moved here" Chopper nodded slowly and thought for a minute. It could be fixed? He glanced at the broken chain and chipped paint. It's not like it could be any worse. And he was offering to help. Right?

"You'd help fix it? For me?" Usopp stuck his right thumb out and smiled brightly. "The great captain Usopp can never turn down someone in need! I'd never be able to face my crew again" Chopper looked on in amazement. "Wow. You have a crew?"

"Yep! Of about a hundred kids! They all look up to me, 'cause I'm the greatest"

Chopper sniffed. "You're lying" Usopp's smile faltered a bit. "Why would I lie? Lying solves nothing! And I'm telling the truth anyway"

So Chopper believed him.

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Chopper watched his grandmother Kureha drive off with a wave. The babysitter, Dolton, ushered him inside and turned on some cartoons for him. But Chopper didn't want cartoons.

Usopp had promise to come today and help fix his bike. After weaving colorful tales that made Usopp seem like a god to naive little Chopper, Usopp promised to come back the next day and put his bicycle back in order. After about an hour of Ducktales, the door was knocked upon and Dolton chuckled as his charge ran to the door.

"Hi Usopp! I'm glad you're –"Standing behind his new friend was another boy, a blonde. He was a bit taller than Usopp and had on this strange looking white shirt, like a cook, and a lollipop was placed firmly between his lips.

"Hi Chopper. This is my friend Sanji. Sanji this is Chopper. I hope you don't mind but Sanji," The tanned boy kicked Sanji roughly "Followed me" The blonde waved dispassionately and stuck his hand back in his pocket. Chopper turned back to Dolton. "Dolton?"

"The old lady already told me what was up. Just stay in the yard so I can watch from the window. Have fun" Dolton felt chills down his spine. Karma was gonna strike him good for the old lady crack...he just knew it!

The brunette smiled and closed the door behind him. Usopp turned to Sanji. "Since you're here could you help us a bit?" Sanji looked from the rusted bike on the porch, to his white clothing. "I'm a cook not a mechanic"

Usopp puffed out his cheeks. "Then why the heck did'ja come for!" Chopper saw the blonde's cheeks tint pink and silently wondered why. Sanji lifted his left leg and pushed Usopp back on his shoulder. "I'm older than you so I don't gotta answer dat!" Usopp pouted and brushed past him angrily. It was then that Chopper noticed the red wagon. On the side were some words that Chopper couldn't read.

"It says 'Going Merry Go'" Sanji shrugged. "A friend of mine gave it to me" Usopp mumbled.

Chopper pulled his hat down more over his short brown hair and sat down next to Usopp, who was already slipping the old broken chain off.

They don't know how much time had pasted but they had fun. Chopper liked to watch Sanji refuse to hand Usopp a tool. Usopp would then call him a name and the blonde would kick him in the head. A few times they got into a wrestling match. Dolton had to come and help about a trillion times because the tool was either too dangerous or the task was too much for their little bodies. But Sanji helped. Occasionally.

Chopper almost squealed when Usopp took out a paintbrush. He had even brought new paint! It was shinier than the old paint, but it was still the same maroon color. "There. It's finished." Usopp collapsed on the grass in the yard and Chopper copied him. Sanji sighed through his lollipop and reached into the wagon, taking out a blue cloth bag.

"What's in there?" asked the youngest. "Food" he replied simply. Usopp rolled over quickly. "Lunch!" To Chopper's confused face the curly haired boy said "Sanji makes the best lunches. He always makes lunch for me"

"Why?" asked Chopper. Sanji blushed. "Dat's none of yer business shrimp"

Usopp was already on his second sandwich when Chopper was only halfway through his first. Usopp was right. Sanji made a good sandwich.

He looked at his shiny bike, the brakes were fixed and the chain was oiled. The handles had been replaced as well as the kickstand.

"Usopp? Where did you get the parts for me?"

"Hm?" His new best friend slurped some apple juice from a little carton. "We had them around the house. My mommy was mad about the mess. So I got rid of them, and made a new friend, and proved I'm the greatest!"

Little Chopper hugged the tanned boy. "You are the greatest!" Usopp hugged him back. Chopper saw Sanji twitch and grip his juice carton so hard that grape juice squirted out on his shirt and all over the three of them.

He had a funny feeling that Sanji didn't like him. Why, he would never know.

End

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